Wednesday, May 8

Prompt Tuesday-Image Three, Pensador Louco


Pensador Louco

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I roam endlessly through villages and cities, and my footprints ceased to appear in the ground long after my skin turned to a ragged shroud. What is time, anyway? Didn't the Tao say the truth is in the path?

I see all. Every face. Each single smile. The complete amount of tears. Enough to sink hope and happiness in an enormous and calm wave of un-forgiveness.

Don't think of me as evil. Not even a necessary evil. I was never meant to be a fiend. I have heard some amusing anecdote telling people I can’t be seen. Translucent. Inexistent. Despicable.


There’s not a single soul who doesn’t know how I look.  As far as the living are concerned, at least, and they are such a little group these days. So compressed in tiny hideouts. Unnoticeable. Undiscovered like dead sardines.

That's I wanted to speak with you. My gospel. To you.

Why do you fight so strongly, while holding on so weakly to life? Don’t you know it’s not the end? Didn’t all those messages in optimistic bumper stickers tell you that? How come it is so hard for you to enjoy such a brilliant new style of human existence? In the rotten flesh. In the maggots. Plurality by natural law. Every single conscience living inside the entrails of their fearless tiny predators. Life among the leftovers. The remains. Conscience embedded in a world of feces. And then into fungus. Plants. Carbon. Life recycling itself over me, and there’s a little of you in every part of it all. A fractal of every memory spread through a humus of what the world became.

Don’t hate me. My game is not a foul one. My aim is not to harm. The horse I ride is not a fierce one. And I’ve never lied to you.

Some say god promised heaven to the weak and wounded. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

He never mentioned the dead would inherit the earth.

Prompt Tuesday-Image Three, Bekkie Sanchez


Bekkie Sanchez

Yesterday 7:49 PM Entries For Events

Death "Becomes" You

As I rode down the moonlit path in The Black Forest I was glad for the extra light because this was one of the darkest forests I could remember navigating in a fortnight. “Black Forest indeed,” I mumbled to myself thinking it quite an appropriate name for it was black as pitch and dense. The moon was bright in an otherwise empty sky as I paused in a clearing.

I jumped off my horse appreciating the feel of my feet on solid ground after a long day of riding. My horse had picked up a stone earlier in the day and although I caught it soon enough I did not want to risk it going lame as I still had a long road to travel.

Satisfied, I put my knife away and finished inspecting my horse's hoof. It wasn’t as bad as I had thought as I stood up and leaned on it's warm flank for a moment.

I was bone tired, didn't like this forest and now had to camp here. I had expected to make camp earlier outside of Belltower but the area was full of riffraff so I decided to ride on. Just as I was making good time my horse stumbled. Some days it didn't pay to get out of my bedroll and this was one of them.

A half of an hour went by and I got a fire going and noticed clouds starting to form in the sky. A slight breeze picked up and my horse got wind of something. Frowning, I thought I saw a dark shape moving through the clearing near the edge of the bushes nearby. It was very large, larger than a man. The moon ducked behind the clouds and everything outside the camp fire was like black ink.

My horse cried out in fear and broke it’s lead crashing through the underbrush just as lightening flashed and hit a tree nearby. Sparks flew everywhere as the trunk caught on fire.

As I took in this sight I was spun around lightly but forcefully by a hooded figure riding by on a horse. The feel of being so near to the apparition was not unlike electricity. I was frozen in my tracks while; "Run, run you must run," screamed in my brain.

My mouth was dry as I croaked out a muffled screech. I dropped to my knees my eyes wild with fear as the figure made one last pass. As the hooded rider crossed by the burning tree I caught sight of it again. His steed seemed made of bones yet it was galloping along with a figure of death riding it. A dark mist was gathering along the ground & it had gotten so cold.

Then our eyes met and I was staring death in the face where there was none! It somehow grinned toothlessly back at me as the eye sockets stared sightlessly through me. He held one white rose in a fist underneath the sleeve of the black robe. I was drawn back to the eyes; the missing eyes, those eyeless holes....

The mist was everywhere now swirling upward as I watched the dark figure recede and everything turn to darkness.

Prompt Tuesday-Image Three, françoise MICHEL


françoise MICHEL

11:23 AM  Entries For Events


Avec toi mon fier cheval,
Nous avons déjoué toutes les cabales.
Parcourus à brides abattues,
Tous les sentiers du monde connu.
Nous étions à la recherche d'un bijou :
Il ne s'agit pas d'un diamant précieux
Qui brillerait, dans la nuit, de mille feux
Mais sa valeur est inestimable pour nous.
Il pousse dans le coeur de chacun,
Entre deux inépuisables chagrins.
C'est le feu qui réchauffe nos entrailles,
Et féconde notre nombreuse marmaille :
L'espoir de retrouver le bonheur
A l'aube d'un monde meilleur.
Malheureusement, une vie ne suffit pas
A remettre le monde en l'état.
Mais, d'autres viendront prendre la suite
Car notre besoin est sans limite....
Déjà, aujourd'hui, il se fait tard
Nos corps se drapent de brouillard
Retourner en fine poussière
Et nous mélanger à l'univers
Notre dernier désir,
Notre ultime soupir.

English Version:


With you my proud horse, we foiled all cabals. Driven flanged slaughtered, all trails in the known world. We were looking for a gem: it is not a valuable diamond that shines in the night, brightly but its value is priceless for us. It grows in the hearts of everyone, between two endless sorrows. It is the fire that warms our bowels, and fertilizes our large Brats: hope to find happiness at the dawn of a better world. Unfortunately, a lifetime is not enough A put the world in the State. But, others will come to take over because our need is limitless... Already, today, it is getting late our body drape fog return in fine dust and we mix the universe our last desire, our ultimate sigh.

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